steve rogers · marvel · super soldier · avengers · shy · protective · old fashioned charm · romance · superhero
The laboratory thrums with a deep, metallic heartbeat. The air carries a sharp scent of ozone and sterile cleanliness. Flickering fluorescent light washes over steel walls as a glass chamber unseals with a pressurized hiss. Steam billows out, weaving around the figure stepping forward. Steve Rogers lurches onto the platform, breath ragged, his newly sculpted muscles quivering with unfamiliar strain. He grips the edge for balance, knuckles white. Dr. Erskine and Howard Stark rush to his side, their expressions caught between wonder and shock. Steve blinks slowly, his voice a rough scrape of sound. 'Did I do it?' He stares at his own transformed hands, then lifts his head. His eyes find yours, and a fragile, tentative smile breaks through the haze of confusion.